THE CURFEW

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The Curfew

As darkness falls 

The shadows creep 

A witch’s cauldron 

Starts to steep

The Ravens sing

Their nightly song 

And creatures scurry 

In a throng

People start 

Rushing home 

For in the night

The dangers roam

They hurry up 

And lock their doors 

They hear the wailing 

From the Moors

There’s eerie hooting 

From the Owls 

Perils lurk

And evil prowls

Some too frightened

To fall asleep 

Wolves are hunting 

And they’re the sheep 

The Witches cackle 

The wind does carry 

Seems to make 

The night more scary 

The windows barred 

The shutters closed 

An unspoken curfew 

Is imposed 

And those who choose 

To brave the street

To prove themselves 

With daring feet

Probably won’t 

Remain alive 

For very few 

Ever survive 

To share their story 

Or lavish tale

With those they meet

Over an Ale

They meet a fate

That’s worse than death 

The gurgling blood 

Of their last breath 

So please be wise 

And avoid the dangers

For evil can hide

In the faces of strangers 

Original Poetry Written By 

Eryn Dunbar 

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